IM THE HEAT OF FIRE
IN THE COLD OF SNOW
CAME A MOVING FIGURE
AS THE NORTH WINDS BLOW.
OVER THE MOUNTAIN
ACROSS THE RIVER
A FEELING OF DEATH
WHICH MAKES ME SHIVER.
IT CAME DOWN THE PATH
AND UP TO MY ROOM
MY DOG LAY SILENT
AND IT FAST TO THE DOOR.
IT ENTERED MY ROOM
I LOWERED ME HEAD
I CALLED FOR MY DOG BUT MY DOG WAS DEAD.
IT LEFT MY HOUSE
AND I CAM FREE
UNTIL THE NIGHT
WHEN IT COMES FOR ME.
